Yet, the clearing rumbled with a mighty fury of raven mist from the thousand demons of Anda. A cloud of ash filled the night sky from Ulrich's fire, yet the ferals kept coming back, darkening the land. It was as if the very land and the surrounding mountains were reacting against the Anda forces invading the living. Thousands of demons streamed in from the shores of the lagoon and another several thousand sail-chutes came down from the heights of the mountainside.
The sacred forest had been breached.
The forces of the demons were closing in.
But the armies of Dimitri and Blanca had not been resting. Their swords, spears, and other weapons jammed against the ferals. They had seen what was coming. The remainder withdrew, and the rest of the archers remained, but their poisonous archers didn't do them any good. They retreated to the underground as Blanca instructed. This was not a war they could win.